Looking on a Larger Scale

Still pontificating this question of freedom, i took to the road yesterday.

Freedom: that elusive feeling i have been chasing unawares pretty much my whole life.

What is it that constitutes freedom? In this context, it has nothing to do with external situation; it’s an inner feeling. The feeling of that bird when the cage opens, and it sees it can fly.

for example, to me a large component of what constitutes this feeling is freedom from any kind of plan. it means when circumstances change, to have the flexibility to flow along with them. My heroic plans already scrapped, i was free to choose a new trajectory.

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I entered Indiana, which proudly declared itself as America’s Crossroads. My body promptly called for an urgent reprieve in the nearest room of rest. I checked my maps and decided to listen to the sign.

at the next junction i bent my way southward toward I-70, noting the change of winds that comes with a change of direction.

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MAJOR CELEB SIGHTING!!!

As i rolled into Fort Wayne a vanity license plate caught my eye: mmmbop3. I peered inside and saw a young man whose description by all accounts should match a nearly 2 decades aged tigerbeat coveryboy, his hair done in kriss-kross-little-braids-all-over style, with a young lady in the passenger seat. they looked a bit harried. i really wish i had the wherewithal to snap a picture, cause i wouldn’t believe it myself.

Traveling as we do today, capable of covering such large swaths of terrain in a few hours, requires a larger scale of vision. The weather forecast i checked that morning in Ohio quickly proved useless, and i resolved to check only radars from now on.

Again i slowed down and used the wake of trucks to clear the road ahead. Like this I drove all the way through Indiana and Illinois, watching with fascination the snaking snowy wisps of energy in the wake of trucks, spreading vortices and waves in vectors. Ahead, the evidence of people’s inattention showed through the scattering of a load of metal poles across the road here, a flipped tractor-trailer in the median there, a couple of cars deep in a roadside ditch.

I drove on through the snow following the guidance of the snow snakes without incident.

Coincidentally or not (you decide), temperature quickly climbed from the mid 20s to a balmy 38.

A giant cross and an arch greeted my arrival in St. Louis. i decided to make a stop for a dinner, and was rewarded with a delicious Vietnamese curry dish. St. Louis was bustling on a Saturday night, but seeing as my clock was suddenly showing an hour sooner, i decided to push on a bit closer to Colorado.

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This morning, the sun is shining and the temperature quickly rising.

the weather looks clear across the land

I’m close enough to make Denver tonight, but am in no hurry. I think i might meander a bit, and let’s see what unfolds.